Chapter 397 – Embracing, Indwelling, and Being Born (13)
With a premonition that if I stayed here for one more day, I would be minced like a pork tenderloin hit by a pork cutlet hammer, so I prepared to leave right away with my wives and Tirsi.
The elder said as if he was sorry, but declined, saying he would look forward to the next opportunity. This old man is now becoming like a grandfather who is trying to talk about his grandson.
Is it a success in building goodwill? Whether it’s good or bad
Next, I went to Primor once. If I don’t show my face, he’s the one who will come to meet me, but I can’t make a pregnant woman move. Sparks fly from the eyes of the elderly.
“Oh, you’re here.”
“Oh, hello…” …〉
Lalilura answered the welcome of Primor, who was sitting in a rocking chair and knitting. Our juniors, who sounded awkward even though they were speaking their own country. I know that feeling.
Primor speaks with a kind smile.
When I played Yesugei, Lalilura pretended to be Tirsi’s family and stormed into the mafia’s stronghold together. She had come this time to say goodbye and to talk about it.
Putting down the yarn, Primor said. She knit as she leaned against a rocking chair woven from wood woven like a basket, perhaps because of her clothes, but she looked like a very warm and affectionate lady.
Is it an illusion that the stomach looks slightly swollen? She is fortunate that both she and the fetus are in good health.
She must have been in a position without attendants, she was just a woman who was comfortable asking questions.
Lalilura and I just laughed awkwardly. It was a difficult question for her to answer, and she didn’t want to do anything like dig into Tyrsi’s past without her presence.
However, Primor probably wanted to talk about this from the beginning, and even though our reaction was ambiguous, he spoke without hesitation.
She lowered her eyes slightly.
It was a little honest, but it was a concern that I could do enough. Losing her husband, she is only pregnant with his child, isn’t she. This was something she was worried about, so I explained to reassure her.
〈The reason for refusal was probably because there was a high possibility of harming each other. Tyrsi said she didn’t want revenge. Please feel free to share your story next time.〉
If there are aristocrats with the same concerns as Primor, there could be a story going around in the Armals family saying, ‘What are those bastards doing with the survivors of Armashnas?’.
It’s a suggestion that isn’t particularly good for Tyrsi. I feel like I’m driving a disaster, so I’m going to be sorry.
‘If anything, I will be with you. I don’t know if this will help.〉
〈… Thank you. I owe nothing but Nord-sama.”
I shrugged. From now on, I’m going to be indebted to the name of this family, but what?
Rather, it was very surprising to me.
‘Did the proposal itself come from the carriage on the way here?’
Thinking back a few days ago, I let my elite colts run wild.
The reason I was able to enjoy Veronica’s lap pillow in the carriage was because Tyrsi rode in a different carriage from us.
Was there something going on with the old man at that time?
But there were also things I didn’t understand.
At first glance, the people the elderly stood behind were quite famous. Even if I put it out of the question, if you look at the knight commander’s armor, isn’t it made by a first-class blacksmith?
It’s hard to say out loud, but it’s hard to believe that Tirsi, who lost the mana of ‘Arma Shunas’, fits that standard.
Do you want to make a deeper connection with me? No, if that was the case, I would have proposed it to my wives. Dana is a doctor and research institute director who would not be surprised to receive sponsorship.
〈… This is a story I heard when I was engaged.〉
Perhaps Primor believed me that much, lowered his voice and told a secret story. Is it because it is an exciting story from the beginning? It was enough to tell that Ralilura was slightly interested.
Somehow your knife skills are so damn good, but there must be a reason for that. ‘Is that why the commander of the knights got a job here? A sense of kinship?’ Since he said that he also gave his allegiance to the head of the family while traveling around the world, there must be no connection at all. The elder is a person who judges things calmly but has a hot machoism in her heart. Even thinking back to his calculating yet bold appearance when he handed over the family crest to me, that was certain. It was the typical pattern of a macho who suppresses his fiery personality with a cold head, carrying a lot of things on his back. So I wasn’t particularly interested in their past. Everyone has a past. You shouldn’t think that even if you’re just an extra in my life, there won’t be any ups and downs in life or a behind-the-scenes story. ‘Although I don’t have to be interested in the story behind it for the same reason.’ Other people’s past history is just a side branch of my life. Isn’t there a saying like curiosity kills frogs or something like that? To draw moderate attention to another person’s life or past. This is the ‘secret to be faithful to your family and life’ passed down from your father.
It’s a problem to decide how far ‘male’ is.
〈At the time, it was said that it was possible because he was not chosen as the next family head, but at that time, there was a person who promised to marry him. It’s just a story my husband told me in passing.〉
〈Whoops, that’s just my opinion.〉
Primor, with her secret stories, seemed nothing more than a real socialite or tea-time lady.
It was quite different from her first impression, but maybe this would suit her better.
I was standing side by side with Ralilura, with my mouth open, when I suddenly received a telepathic message from Lalilura.
“Senior. Maybe that’s why Primor-sama also believed in us then?”
“At that time?”
“Why, you know. When she said she was trying to save Tyrsi’s sister.”
What reminds me of Lari Lura’s words is the memory of when she dressed up as Jesus Gay and Tirsi’s older sister.
Apparently, at that time, Primor accepted us after reciting the last name Armashnas, and perhaps that background also had some influence on her decision.
When she thinks so, another thing comes to her mind.
At the reception the other day, the elder told me that Tirsi had lost her energy, so she should eat well.
She went so far as to point out what kind of food is good for the body, and even step aside that it would be difficult for her to eat if she were with her.
‘But… Isn’t that usually the case?’
It was quite a distance from the dignified consideration of a great aristocrat.
It’s not like the person who saved her face so much that she couldn’t even apologize to me.
It was rather more like the feeling of my parents’ grandmothers and grandfathers, asking me why I was so skinny, and putting gobong rice on top. This is because the eyes of the elderly looking at their grandchildren are irrespective of the East and the West.
Primor, who briefly told her the story, smiled bitterly at her.
Like a mirror, I replied with the same bitter smile as Primor.
An aristocrat who acts as godfather to a girl who grew up losing her family from a young age and the granddaughter of an old lover who lost her life in the past.
It was a ‘girl and macho’ combination that could only come out of a Hollywood movie.
Both of them, though a bit older than the national rules combination.
